Chapter 272 Rise of Humanity.


    Bennie yed a recording.


    <b>A </b>deep, carnest voice instantly filled the room through theputer speakers.


    “Good day, Ms. <b>Hall</b>, esteemed leader of the zing Sun Alliance. I am Leon Barnes,mander of Neb Camp. We have 213 people from all across Branford, including children, the elderly, and even expectant mothers. This year, we were blessed with a new life. I know listing all this might sound pointless, but I need you to understand.


    “All 213 of us have been fighting to survive. We followed your earlier orders to break out on our own<b>. </b><b>After </b>three attempts, 79 of our people are gone. Only 134 remain. We really are trying, but we’re <b>just </b>too weak.


    “We desperately need your help. Just this once–get us out of this. If your alliance rescues us, everyone in our camp will serve the zing Sun Alliance in whatever way you need.”


    Some camps did nothing but curse their fate, while most others, despite their fight for survival, were <b>too </b>weak to defend themselves.


    It wasn’t that they refused to join the alliance. They just couldn’t.


    Strength wasn’t a matter of will alone. In the end, it depended on what they had to back it up.


    When the recording ended, silence settled over the room.


    Bennie’s expression remained indifferent. “Honestly, I don’t really care about the lives of these tiny camps. What interests me is their location.


    They’re natural buffers, slowing the spread of the zombie hordes. In the Eastern region, even after we secure Ansford, we’ll still need these camps to hold back the zombies from Branford and Crestmont.”


    He turned to Theresa. “Ms. <b>Hall</b><b>, </b>please send them some support. It’ll pay off in the long run.”


    Theresa sat quietly in her chair, a cup of fruit tea in hand, her gaze fixed on Bennie’sputer screen.


    Her mind whirred with relentless calctions, weighing every possible option.


    For someone like her, everything came down to one thing–profit.


    She first weighed the cards in her hand. Over the past year since the apocalypse began, every step she’d taken had been calcted. Step by step, she’d built a fortified bunker.


    Inside were abundant supplies and rock–solid defenses.


    She had five core team members and sixteen devoted supporters–her most essential assets guarantee of her survival. No matter what happened, she could always protect herself and h


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    Beyond that, over eighty residents lived under hermand. They cultivated tens of thousands of acres, producing food and supplies and generating electricity. Their output was enough to sustain all the


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    Above all, shemanded an alliance of nearly twenty camps.


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    Her alliance could rally more than three thousandbat–ready fighters, fully armed and well–stocked with ammunition. That was enough to hold their ground against the zombie poption in a million- strong city.


    Her power had grown to the point that every camp in the Eastern region looked up to her<b>, </bing one after another to beg for help.


    Once, she had been just a <b>woman </b>with a dlog. Now, she led a super–alliance. With every step forward, her perspective had to change.


    As her power grew, so did the vantage point from which she viewed the world.


    Back when it was just her and her dog, the life or death of other camps meant nothing to her.


    But now… On Bennie’sputer screen, she saw a map awash in ominous crimson, marking the <b>spread </b>of zombies. Tiny white dots clung to the edges of the red zones–feeble, yet stubborn in their resistance.


    Together, they formedyers of defenses, an invisible barrier holding back the outward surge of the zombie tide.


    The threat before Theresa was no longer a few stray zombies. What loomed ahead was <b>a </b><b>storm</b>.


    In that storm, she had to ask herself: How long could she survive? And how much could she still change?


    She stared at the deep crimson zones, and suddenly she felt an invisible current of destiny surging <b>up </b>from the map.


    It was the fate of the entire Eastern region–theing showdown between humanity and the zombie hordes.


    She understood the future better than Bennie ever could. Hisputer simtions were bound by data, but she knew exactly how the zombies would evolve.


    There were only three major cities in the Eastern region. She could take Ansford within a year, and if she managed to bring Branford and Crestmont under control as well..


    <b>That </b>would mark the rise of humanity!


    Theresa’s heart pounded violently as she stared at the glowing screen.


    Power was always a tug–of–war.


    On <b>one </b>side stood human strength; on the other, the relentless tide of the <b>dead</b>. Every surge in human power <b>would </b>force the zombies to recede.


    If one day, humans grew strong enough to face the horde head<b>–</b>on, it would mark the dawn of humanity.


    Theresa’s thoughts spun in rapid/calction, sketching out timelines and possibilities.


    If she could take Ansford within a year…


    If she joined forces with Sage to crush the zombie swarm in Crestmont….


    If all those tiny white dots on the map could hold their ground…